A Note:

6/2/13

I once told myself: IF I am accepted into grad school, this blog would no longer be updated. As it turns out, in April, I received news of my acceptance for the Fall 2013 semester, where I will attain a Master's degree of Science in Nutrition.

Running a blog, as many of you may already know, is a demanding side job once the excitement wears off. And once I fell out of the blogging community's loop (have you SEEN how many blogs there are now? Wow!), it was like the kiss of death. Despite my best efforts, I couldn't get into a blogging routine once this happened due to the disconnect I felt from the community.

So I took a break. I struggled with the loss and with missing my blog. And then I realized I didn't have to run Book Faery to still be a book reviewer; I could read my books and post reviews online. I'm still a book review blogger, just not in the traditional sense.

I'll still be online. You can chat with me on Twitter, where I'll be posting links to my reviews and talking books. I'll also be posting links to nutrition articles. And if you'd like to connect with me where I guarantee I will post reviews, just add me as a friend on Goodreads.

So that's all, folks! It's been a fun and amazing journey, and I thank you all for listening to my thoughts about books. I hope we all can keep in touch elsewhere :)

Tori

Saturday, August 27, 2011

BOTS 2: Jenn Bennett

Okay, so I know I’m supposed to be getting you revved up about a super-hot sidekick. But what if the sidekick in my urban fantasy series is a thirteen-year-old boy? It would probably be pretty creepy for me to tell you about him in a Sexy Capacity, right? I’m a certified Heathen, but I’m not barbaric. So I will admit that he’s not quite swoon-worthy yet, but he’ll get there eventually. He’s good-looking, charming, slightly geeky, and he’s got a hell of a lot of panache for a kid his age. I think that qualifies him as worthy of consideration in any sidekick battle.

An adolescent boy stood inside the open doorway. Taller than me, he was lean and gangly, all arms and legs. Dark brown hair rose up in a mass of long, frizzy spiral curls that deﬁed gravity and sprung out several inches from his head in all directions. His skin was the color of a chocolate milk shake.

Jupe’s father, Lon, is a photographer, and they live alone on the central coast of California. Lon calls Jupe “motormouth,” because of the boy’s easy confidence and gregarious nature. That’s a polite way of saying that Jupe is a handful. A loveable handful, though, and infectiously happy. He has a tendency to say far too much at inappropriate times, always eager to offer you his opinion about an infinite number of things. He’ll point out errors or things so obvious that they go undetected, which is exactly what a good sidekick should do, yes? For example, he shares his thoughts on the moral issue of his father censoring his swearing around strangers:

“Don’t let him fool you,” Jupe said, “he drops the F-bomb like a billion times a day, but he only pretends it’s wrong in front of other people. H-Y-P-O-C-R-I—” he began spelling.

Or the worth of his father’s professional photographs:

“A thousand dollars! Can you believe that? Who would pay that much for a photo of the stupid beach? All they have to do is walk outside and see it for free. Man, people are dumb.”

Or schooling the masses about classic horror movies:

“Ya know which one I’m talking about? Bride of Frankenstein? Elsa Lanchester had her hair kinda like that. She was really the Monster’s bride—Frankenstein was the doctor. People always screw that up.”

He may not be sexy (he thinks he is, if that counts), and he may not be old enough (yet), but his manic energy and firecracker enthusiasm more than make up for that. Besides, in a Battle of the Sexies, he’d totally vote for himself and pester the rest of you into voting for him too. No use trying to ignore him, either; he won’t stop bugging you until you cave.

Being the spawn of two infamous occultists (and alleged murderers)
isn’t easy, but freewheeling magician Arcadia “Cady” Bell knows how to
make the best of a crummy situation. After hiding out for seven years,
she’s carved an incognito niche for herself slinging drinks at the
demon-friendly Tambuku Tiki Lounge.

But she receives an ultimatum when unexpected surveillance footage
of her notorious parents surfaces: either prove their innocence or
surrender herself. Unfortunately, the only witness to the crimes was an
elusive Æthyric demon, and Cady has no idea how to find it. She teams up
with Lon Butler, an enigmatic demonologist with a special talent for
sexual spells and an arcane library of priceless stolen grimoires. Their
research soon escalates into a storm of conflict involving missing
police evidence, the decadent Hellfire Club, a ruthless bounty hunter,
and a powerful occult society that operates way outside the law. If Cady
can’t clear her family name soon, she’ll be forced to sacrifice her own
life . . . and no amount of running will save her this time.

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About the Author

Tori is a 23 year old college graduate with a bachelor's in English Literature. She enjoys reading, writing, baking, cooking, and has a strange addiction to chocolate, shoes, and coffee.